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Got anybody to take care of
you?" jursued Mr. Waters. "Living
at jiome or alone V
"If you mean Jiat as a question,"
answered the girl, "I live at home
with my father, and he supports
me."
"Well, six dollars wouldn't go very
far," answered Mr. Waters thought-
fully. "Still, I guess you'd hate to
go home and tell the old man you'd
lost your job, wouldn't you?"
"I certainly .should;" answered
vMiss Jones. .
"Now you're talking sense," said
Mr. Waters. "Well, then, I want live
ly girls in my department. And not
little spitfires. So you'd best make
up with me and come to Coney to
morrow night, and 111 give you a
good time, kid. What?"
Miss Jones bit her lip and reflect
ed. "I'm sorry for what I did this
morning," she said penitently. "And
I'll go with you to Coney."
"Now you're talking sense," said
the manager, mollified. He glanced
quickly about him. "Let's kiss and
make up," he added.
Miss Jones extended him a frigid
, cheek, but Mr. Waters seized her face
in his hands and kissed her on the
lips. He saw her eyes fill with tears
and smiled approvingly.
"You're a little peach, girlie," he
said. "I'll wait for you at -the side
door at seven tomorrow."
NAt seven o'clock he met Miss Jones
as by appointment and escorted her
to the surface car. "Well gefj sup
per out there," he said. "Lobsters
and beer. Then well take in the
shows."
All the way down to Coney he con
gratulated himself upon his partnen
Miss Jones was well bred, there was
no doubt of that She was in a class
by herself. He began to anticipate
an enjoyable summer.
"What's that umbrella for?" he de
manded. "Why, it might rain, you know,"
faltered Miss Jones,
Mr., Waters roared .with laughter.
"Yes, and it Tnay snow, or hail," htf
mimicked. "Say, if you ain't the
limit! But I guess I'll educate you."
They had supper together at a
flashy restaurant, filled wih over
dressed youths and gitls. Under the
stimulus of the beer Waters becameP
exuberant in his professions of ad
miration, and he hardly noticed thatr
Miss Jones only tasted hers. I
"Now for the shows," he saidj
"Scenic railroad first, kid. I'll show7
you something. '
They entered a car and shot down
a declivity into a dark tunnel. Mr?
Waters seized Miss Jones in his arms
and clasped her to him, while heP
kissed her again and again. When
they emerged into the fight he saw
that she was crying. She clutched'
her umbrella tiehtlv: T
"Well, of all the dead sports!" hes
exclaimed, "You'd carry that um-a
brella to your wedding, I guess, Do"
rothy." w
MJss Jones returned no answer.
They took in a number of other
shows.1
"I must be going home now," said'
the girK as thev passed the terminal
Mr. Waters laughed. "Come and'
have a whisky," he said, "it 11 caeer
you up. Say, what's the matter??"
You look as if this was your funeral?
"My father will wonder where E
am," faltered the girl. -s
"Ah, cut it out," said Waters. "Say,
Dorothy " and he whispered some-s
thing in her ear. e
The girl turned and looked at hintf
fixedly. In the intense light, among
the moving crowds, they might have
been alone, for none noticed themf
each person was bentrupon his owiP
amusements. a
"It'll be all right," coaxed Mr. Wac
ters. "I took to you from the first
minute I saw you, kiddo. I said tt
myself, 'that girl's a good-looker iff;
ever there was one. And she needi
a protector. Them fellows at the
store are a pretty tough lot! Now, 15
you treat me right 111 treat you right,
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